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(Okay budddy - start playin) Hush-hush pooh-putts, I lay ya like sheet rock He thought he'd rock me, what a peacock You ( ? ) creampuff cornpie I'd get a million for my rhymes if I took em to a pawnshop A musical menace, in awareness I make slammin hits I got flavor more than a banana split Prepare yourself for a hip-hop, a knock, a blast A hitman for hire by the name of Lak Shabazz I elevate till I raise the roof Girls get naked and give me their bathing suits Like a magnet I cling to the mic, I don't swing a knife I'm like GE, I 'bring good things to life' One of the chosen few holding you under siege Wanna bleed, I treat you like weed and a fonto leaf Roll ya, smoke ya, you should hold ya breath I see smoke comin out your ears from the notes of def It ain't nothin like ( ? ) listenin to a serious saxophone That cracks the dome open wide To a smooth sound, who's bound to do now Not too many, I see a lot of them go and hide The subject is that I must get Hype, this is a chain, a connnection of ruffnecks You're weak and not wise, you move counterclock-wise SongtexteYou should know that I swap flies The microphone gets clutched like a turning kit Gimme a scratch, watch me burn a bit Yo, I hold information like a microchip I'm rough and rugged, I might as well go head and flip Into a lyrical round-off All I hear in my ear is that they love the way it sounds off The way I beat on a rap was quite brutal I make em completely ineffective, futile Rhymes I could rock, I'm in a good spot I turn sell out crowds and pack em in like Woodstock Been a long time since you heard a rhyme like mine You're impatiently waiting for the punchline But it won't come till I'm done, so beware, son My vocals are deadly, most get scared and run For reinforcements, I'll enforce this Law of how to get raw, watch my force rip Take a sip, the beats'll hit you Here's a chance to dance, now may the force be with you Rhymes ( ? ) like kerosine You ride my saddle, you wanna battle, you get creamed You better quit I don't think you can deal with I was made mentally, physically fit To take heads, cold rip to shreads Call on the coastguard, I rip the feds 45 King is in the effect mood He'll produce and get loose with a correct groove You need to back off, you can't hang with us We're not dope, we're more like angel dust The earth is mine, every square mile of it You miss the flavor, got piles of it I drew my path for those that follow it My impact is like that of a hollow tip I'll arrange the style, don't change the dial I'm refined with the rhyme that'll make you smile Cee Just remain serious, no time to play Stay still, nobody move, watch him display Talents and techniques as I speak, the weak Freak cause I'm sleak and unique Horns are horny, the snare drum makes some retreat Cee Just on the cut and the King's on the beat My voice is choice from baritone to bassclef And these are the notes of def Aus Songtexte Mania